The Deadly Assassin Robin novel Chapter 1185

Inside Snowy Inn, every warrior rose to their feet in unison.

These four legendary Warlords of Darkness had once stood at the pinnacle of martial arts in the world.

No one dared approach them without a deep sense of reverence.

Gabriel and Tiago, both accustomed to such displays of respect, walked through the room without so much as a glance at anyone, heading straight to the largest table in the center.

"Where's the owner? Bring the food and drink!"

Gabriel's voice boomed, but there was no reply.

A flicker of irritation crossed Gabriel's eyes. "Hmm? Where is the owner?"

The atmosphere in Snowy Inn instantly grew colder, heavy with an unmistakable sense of dread.

Everyone in the room could feel the overwhelming pressure radiating from the warlord.

Instinctively, they took a step back.

Blake hesitated briefly before quickly approaching the Four Warlords, bowing deeply.

"Mr. Strickland, it's an honor. I am Blake Lache, deputy leader of Dark Eagle.

"I have long heard of your esteemed names, and to meet you here today is a rare and blessed occasion.

"Unfortunately, the owner, Doran, was just killed by Divine Drakebane.

"I'll go heat up the wine and bring out the beef for you all."

"Oh, Doran is dead? Well, it's only to be expected.

"Years ago, Baird spread rumors and orchestrated the massacre of the 35 members of Dragon Manor.

"20 years later, the descendants of Dragon Slayer seek revenge—it's only natural!

"Doran was one of the killers, his skill was lacking, and it's no surprise he was slain by Divine Drakebane."

Gabriel's eyes glinted coldly as he spoke.

His own disciple, Prometheus, had been killed by Divine Drakebane just ten months ago.

He had come to Snow Valley not only for the rare opportunity that arose once every 50 years.

He also aimed to kill Divine Drakebane and reclaim his place as a true warlord.

If he failed to do so, his reputation, once untouchable in the World of Darkness, would be shattered.

"Ha, Doran's dead?" Isabella chuckled softly. "Gabriel, isn't it true that your disciple, Prometheus, met the same fate at Divine Drakebane's hands?

"Isn't your pride stinging a bit, you old geezer?"

Gabriel's expression darkened. He tightened his grip on his golden staff, slamming it against the granite floor.

The ground cracked instantly beneath the force.

Isabella's voice was icy. "Hmph! If I had met Divine Drakebane, I would've killed that bastard on the spot!

"My eldest disciple, Bourne, died at his hands. I swear I will make Divine Drakebane pay with his life!"

Jessiah shrugged. "Isabella, don't speak so recklessly.

"Divine Drakebane is the Young Lord Dragon's son, raised to be a god of death by Shadow himself. He's not your average warrior!"

"So what?" Isabella snorted. "In the 50 years I've spent honing my skills on the island, I have enough power to crush him with a single palm! Hmph!"

With a sharp crack, the floor beneath Isabella's feet caved in, creating a half-foot-deep pit.

Tiago, already picking at the beef and wine Blake had brought, spoke up. "Alright, let's eat. We still have a journey ahead of us."

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